"The horny teacher" - читать интересную книгу автора (Ross Carl)

CHAPTER ONE

Marlene Ramsey, the high school English teacher at Bramanville Central School, was thirty-five, gorgeous and horny as hell. She had not been fucked in fourteen years.

She was twenty-one when she was jilted by the only guy she'd ever loved. He had broken the engagement and moved to New York City. Marlene became afraid of men after that, and never trusted a guy enough to let him shove his cock up into her hot cunt.

And she did definitely have a hot cunt. Sometimes she ached with the need to feel a stiff, big prick being rammed into her cunt, over and over. But she was afraid that every guy would toss her aside sooner or later, and she didn't want to be hurt again.

Lots of guys had tried, that was for sure. But they all went away without dipping their cocks into that nice wet cunt of hers. It was a frustrating experience. People began to think that Marlene Ramsey might be a lesbian.

They couldn't figure it out. She was a stunning woman with lustrous light-brown hair, cut short around her face. She could easily win a beauty contest. In fact, she had. Marlene had been named Miss Syracuse when she was in college.

Her body was fantastic, almost as good as some of the young beauties in her classes who were nearly twenty years younger. She had thirty-six-inch tits, a nice, flat narrow waist, and softly curving hips that tapered down into a pair of beautiful legs… the kind that men like to feel wrapped tight around their backs.

She had soft brown eyes that could give a guy a hard cock with a mere glance. Her skin was creamy and smooth, with just a hint of rosiness in her cheeks. Her high cheekbones gave her a look something like Katherine Hepburn, only a lot younger, of course. It was a sexy, chanting kind of beauty that Marlene Ramsey had – the kind a lot of guys would have given their right arm to capture.

In fact, it took an assistant football coach, Bob Parsons, to finally break the ice and get her to spread her cuntlips, and let him fuck hell out of her.

He finally had to blackmail Marlene – or at least threaten to – in order to fuck her. He had tried everything else, so he figured it was worth a try. After all, a cunt like hers was worth anything, if she would just lay down and take his hard cock willingly.

One night after school, Marlene was sitting at her desk in an empty classroom, correcting test papers. The football team was not practicing because the season had just ended, and Bramanville Central was not in the playoffs.

Bob Parsons suddenly appeared in the doorway of Marlene's room. He was a handsome guy, nearly six-foot-three, with broad shoulders and short blond hair. He had sparkling blue eyes that captivated most women, but not Marlene – not yet, anyway.

He was thirty-two, married and with two kids, but never could get enough fucking.

He'd been the big man on campus in college, with girls ready to suck or fuck him at the drop of a hat. He missed that as he grew older, and was always trying to find a piece of ass. He had a reputation for being one of the biggest cocksmen in town.

And he was big, too – that was for sure. Even Marlene, who never got into conversations with other women about the size of men's cocks, had not been able to help overhearing younger teachers in the lounge talk about how big Bob's prick was. They'd brag about sucking him off or fucking him all weekend, or something of that sort.

She couldn't deny that her cunt would get wet when she heard such stories, or that she didn't feel hot sensations rippling through her tits and all over her body. She had feelings just like other women, especially when it came to fucking and sucking.

Marlene had certainly gotten her share of hard cock when she was younger. When she was in college, she must have fucked at least two dozen guys before she'd graduated. And she'd gotten her share of cunt licking and sucking cock too. She often let her mind drift back to the days when hot young studs in her college class had relished eating her cunt out… and how much she'd loved to feel their hot tongues wriggling inside her cunt.

But after she lost the man of her dreams, all that had ended – forever, she thought.

But Bob Parsons was determined to change all that. He made fucking Marlene a personal challenge.

"Working late?" Bob said, approaching Marlene's desk. "You must love your work."

"It's all I have," Marlene answered, smiling. "There's no reason to go home. Nothing there except four walls. Might as well finish this up here."

"You know you don't have to go home alone. I've told you that," Bob said. "It might do you good to take a friend home sometime… especially me!"

"Ohh, Bob, we've been all through that before. I'm sorry, I'm just not interested. I put men behind me fourteen years ago, as I've told you so many times."

But this time Bob was determined. He'd come prepared to talk her into fucking or else make it so unpleasant for her that she'd just have to take on his cock to get rid of him.

"Well, I hate to say it, Marlene, but I'm afraid if you don't invite me over to your place tonight, and let me give you a fucking that you've needed for much too long, I'll have to report you to Mr. Bascomb," Bob said.

He stared straight into her eyes as she gasped and started to become flustered.

"Whatever do you mean? What could you possibly report about me to the principal?"

"Well," Bob went on. "You remember Jimmy Peterson? The big kid on the football team, whose family just moved to Texas?"

Marlene nodded. The boy had been in one of her classes.

"I didn't say anything about it at the time, because I didn't want anything to happen to your reputation," Bob said. "But Jimmy told me all about the times you used to meet him over at the motel outside Middletown, and suck his cock all Sunday afternoon and evening. He said you could swallow more cum than any two girls he'd ever been sucked off by! And he said you loved to have him fuck you with that big, hard prick of his."

Marlene was so shocked that she couldn't speak. She stared at him wide-eyed, her hand over her mouth, her breathing short. Finally she regained enough of her composure to reply.

"I've never sucked Jimmy Peterson! I never fucked him! I never went to bed with him or anybody else in this town! It's all a bunch of dirty lies!"

"Well, I'm afraid it's your word against his, and you know old Henry Bascomb. If there's a shred of scandal about any of his teachers, especially about fucking a student, you could be out of a job in one day. I'd hate to have to report you, Marlene, but you don't seem to give me much alternative. Sure you don't want me to come over to your place and show you what you've been missing by not fucking?"

Marlene was so shocked that she couldn't think. She knew Mr. Bascomb would never take her word. He always seemed to revel in any kind of scandal, especially something involving fucking with a student. Two male teachers had been fired a couple of years ago for fucking a couple of cheerleaders after a basketball game.

"But I didn't do it, Bob!" Marlene cried. "You wouldn't put me through that. It would ruin me. I never fucked a student, and I never would!"

Bob just smiled at her. He didn't have to say a word. He knew he had her in the palm of his hand. She began to cry. Her lips quivered, and he almost felt sorry for her – but not enough to forget what a good fuck she was going to be, once she got over the shock of his threat.

Finally, she began to calm down. She dried her eyes and took a deep breath. "All right," she said, staring down at the floor. "I'll fuck you. I'll suck you. You can eat my cunt. You can fuck me in the ass. I'll lick out your asshole. You name it. I'm ready."

Bob felt his cock getting harder by the second. It bulged inside of his pants and threatened to bust a hole in his shorts. His heart was pounding like mad.

"Okay, great! You won't be sorry, I promise you that," he said. "I just wish I didn't have to persuade you this way. Instead of tonight, let's make it Sunday morning, in the mat room off the gym. There won't be anyone in the school, so you don't have to worry about being caught. And it's nice and comfortable there. Plenty of room to roll around and fuck in every position you can think of!" He was elated. He jumped, a smile covering his handsome young face. Then he left.

Marlene knew the mat room well. She had watched the wrestling team practice there several times over the years. It was a large room, the floor completely covered by thickly padded wrestling mats. The room was sound-proofed to quell the noise of the boys while they practiced.

She knew she'd be able to scream and yell and groan as loudly as she wanted to… and nobody would hear her, except Bob.

On Sunday, Marlene was as nervous as a young virgin. She hadn't been able to sleep much Saturday night. Her cunt was warm and wet and, despite her misgivings about it, she was beginning to get excited as hell about fucking Bob.

She pulled on a pair of skimpy, flesh-colored bikinis after a shower and also a small see-through bra – small, that is, for her ample, full tits. Some girls might have called it a big bra, but it was barely large enough to contain her billowing, soft tits. Rolls of soft tit flesh hung over the edges of the bra, and her hard, erect nipples stuck out clearly.

Her delightful, big areolas and nipples could easily be seen through the thin bra material. She looked at herself in the mirror and liked what she saw. She thought that Bob would too. She was already determined that for as long as she had to go through with it, she was going to give him a good, hard fucking.

She put on a silky, long-sleeved blouse that was cut very low in front, right down in a V that exposed a lot of cleavage – and a lot of her bulging tits. Then she pulled on a pair of tight stretch slacks that showed off her legs and her round, firm ass.

When she got to the mat room, Bob was already there. He was wearing a T-shirt and a pair of gym shorts. She figured he had neglected to put on a jock strap because there was a knobby bulge in his crotch that stuck out as if he had a grapefruit there.

Even without seeing his cock, she guessed that it must be as huge as she'd heard it was. She gazed at the big lump and felt a tight, quivering ache swirl through her cunt. Now that she was here, she could hardly wait to feel his cock riding hard in her cunt once again.

She was glad it was Bob who was going to fuck her. As long as she was breaking the habits of fourteen long years, she didn't want to get a fucking from somebody who didn't have a lot of cock.

"I see you came prepared," she said with a smile, letting her eyes gaze firmly at his crotch. "I hope you can stay as excited as that all day!"

"Never fear, sweetheart," he said. "This is one prick that you can depend on. He never gets tired of fucking."

"Okay, let's get started," she said. "I hate to waste perfectly good fuck time by talking."

Bob walked over to her, his feet sinking a couple of inches into the padded mat with every step.

He grasped the bottom of her blouse and slowly pulled it up. Marlene felt a flush of warm passion rush over her. No man had done that since she was a young kid just out of school. Sometimes she had stayed awake all night, fingering her cunt, dreaming of what it would be like to feel a man's hands all over her body again, the warmth of his tongue on her hot cuntlips, and the hard goodness of his big prick plunging into her trembling, needy cunt.

Then the blouse was off and he was fumbling with the snap of her bra. The bra fell away. Her big, ripe tits, with those hot nipples sticking straight nut, flopped out and jiggled lewdly.

Marlene was nervous as a little kitten. Her breath was coming in short gasps, and her tits rose and fell rhythmically with her heavy breathing. Her face was flushed, her mouth open slightly. She felt tingling waves of excitement roll through her body.

Bob unzipped her slacks and slid them carefully over the round, smooth cheeks of her ass… over those full, delectable thighs and down off of her legs. She stepped out of than, and Bob tossed them aside with a grin.

He gazed hotly at her crotch, where the soft dark hair of her pussy showed distinctly through her filmy bikinis. A few wisps of her curly brown cunt hair peeked over the top band.

Marlene was impatient. She couldn't wait to be stripped naked and start fucking the shit right out of Bob's hard, long prick.

She grabbed the tops of her bikinis before he had a chance to get to them, and slid them seductively down over the curves of her long and luscious legs.

Her pussy was glistening and delicious-looking. That bush of soft, furry hair was wet with her anticipation.

He already had his T-shirt off, and Marlene felt her heart skip a beat as she looked at the hard muscles of his chest and upper arms. What a hunk of man! she thought.

Then he dropped the shorts, and she saw that she had been right all along – he wore no jock strap.

All he had under those gym shorts was a tremendous nine-inch cock – throbbing and pounding with unbridled lust – and a pair of big, hairy balls that would soon be slapping up against her hot ass.

She dropped to the floor mat and spread her legs as wide as she could, bending them at the knees and curling her toes toward the ceiling.

Her cuntlips were already soaked and swollen, covered with a thin film of cuntjuice that had begun to dribble when she awoke that morning. They were pink and hot, and she fell them trembling lightly with anticipation born of years of frustration and a self-imposed fuck famine.

Bob dropped to his knees and moved between her upturned thighs. His hands roamed over her firm and shapely legs. His fingers slid into her pussy, his thumb over her hot, glistening cuntlips, then to her clit.

"Uunghhh! My God!" she cried. "Ohh, Bob, I'm so hot I can't even think straight! Just fuck me, darling, quickly! Shove your beautiful big prick into my cunt! I can't wait another second! And fuck me hard, baby… very, very hard!"